Tap
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)
Yeah, yeah
In the trap, hang in places that you can't go
Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
They tried to extort me, I ain't pay though
Only thing I gave 'em was a halo
A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
Fuck her from the back
Put my thumb all in her A-hole
I got bands for real, diamonds on me
They dance for real
All these sticks and drums, bangin'
Like we in a band for real
I got cake, I stay humble
Know I'm the man for real
I got hitters, we don't rumble
Tell your mans to chill
Yo, who's mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga)
All up in my section Instagraming shit
I be with some real hitters
They ain't with that camera shit
'Cause they really out here in the field
And they be slammin' shit
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, lead tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
Take them shackles off his feet, he ain't a slave (Slave)
Growin' up in the hood, you'll learn how to behave ('Have)
How we gon' learn to stack if, we ain't got nothing to save? (Save)
Got a little bad bitch got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut)
Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
Gettin' these bags, we might as well tell our opps what's up (What's up)
Got weddin' bands but I still don't got a bitch to cuff
In every city I go they already know what's up (What's up)
I got resources, I could get straight to the plug
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, lead tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)
Yeah, yeah
In the trap, hang in places that you can't go
Glock .40, he got smokey, yeah, the draco
Thousand nights on that corner eating egg-rolls
Bad bitch Puerto Rican, look like J. Lo, woah
They tried to extort me, I ain't pay though
Only thing I gave 'em was a halo
A-hole, Uber on the way, ho
Fuck her from the back
Put my thumb all in her A-hole
I got bands for real, diamonds on me
They dance for real
All these sticks and drums, bangin'
Like we in a band for real
I got cake, I stay humble
Know I'm the man for real
I got hitters, we don't rumble
Tell your mans to chill
Yo, who's mans is this? (Somebody come get this nigga)
All up in my section Instagraming shit
I be with some real hitters
They ain't with that camera shit
'Cause they really out here in the field
And they be slammin' shit
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, lead tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
They got my brother locked inside a cage (In a cage)
Take them shackles off his feet, he ain't a slave (Slave)
Growin' up in the hood, you'll learn how to behave ('Have)
How we gon' learn to stack if, we ain't got nothing to save? (Save)
Got a little bad bitch got some work done on her butt (On her butt)
Gotta catch another flight as soon as I catch my nut (If I nut)
Just being honest, Meek was the first to show me love (Show me love)
And the first time that I seen a Maybach was with cuz (Cuz)
Gettin' these bags, we might as well tell our opps what's up (What's up)
Got weddin' bands but I still don't got a bitch to cuff
In every city I go they already know what's up (What's up)
I got resources, I could get straight to the plug
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap
Giving head taps, lead tats, tats, tats
They said that they were with it but it's cap, cap, cap
Aim it at your fitted, push it back, back, back
Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack
One phone call get you whacked, whacked, whacked
Try to slap me, we gon' let it slap, slap, slap
Cross a line, it's too late, you can't take it back, back, back (Yeah)
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Rihmeek Williams, London Tyler Holmes, Navraj Goraya, Amir Esmailian, Westen Broek Weiss
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